The truth of past night.

Taking the parchment, Harry takes a deep breath and look at it in is all.

Name: Harrison James Potter.

Born: 31 July 1980

Father: James Fleamont Potter (27 March 1960) Lord Potter

Mother: Lily Potter née Evans (30 January 1960) Lady Potter

Brother: James Jr Charlus Potter (31 July 1980) illegitimate Heir Potter

Godfather: Sirius Orion Black (3 November 1959) Oath sworn

Godmother: Pandora Celeste Lovegood ( 7 April 1960 - 13 March 1990) Oath sworn

Claims:

Heir of the noble and ancient house Potter. Paternal

Lord of the noble and ancient house Potter (upon Lord death or signing). Paternal

Heir of the most ancient house of Peverell. Paternal

Lord of the most ancient house of Peverell (upon coming of age). Paternal

Lord of the noble and ancient house of Griffondor (acknowledge of the house). Paternal

Lord of the noble and ancient house of Slytherin ( to claim). Maternal

Clan's headship of Clan Evans (to claim). Maternal

Vaults:

Potter Trust vault: n.687 98,800.00 G 00.00 S 00.00 K

Initial deposit 10,000 G (10,000 G annual)

Potter vault: n.68 149,059,489.00 G 48,598.00 S 145,485.00 K

Divers pieces of jewelry, books, potions ingredients.

possession:

Evans hall: highland Scottland, Great Brittain. (unplottable)

"I have a trust vault?" Say, Harry, surprised that they still made one for him. Master Fingercutter was also surprised but due to the fact that Harry didn't know of it.

"Indeed heir Potter you do, hearing you it as if you didn't know that you have funds here in our bank, I was also starting to be quite distressed when Lord Potter made your brother Heir while you were still alive but never respond to our summon ."

While he was reading the result of the inheritance test, a second goblin made is way in the office. Hearing him only now, harry was started and rapidly about-face, facing another goblin sharing quite a few similitudes to master Fingercutter. He could help by double-take before his gaze made a few runs between the two.

"Excuse me if I'm but, are the two of you related?"

Perhaps for the first time, a wizard was able to see two gobsmacked goblins before they retake control of themselves.

"Why would you say this Heir Potter?"

Immediately after uttering his trough, Harry claps his mouth shut, fearing to have insulted the goblins but strangely, the two of them seem quite eager to hear his answer. Hesitantly, he takes a few seconds to form his response.

"Heu, I'm not sure, but you do share quite a few facial similitudes that were completely different from the goblins I see in the hall, the teller or Longfeet that had to bring me there?"

The resulting silence was deafening for a few seconds before the two of them show a toothy bloodcurdling grin.

"It must be the first time that a wizard was able to so clearly differentiate goblins, I must say. While the subject is fascinating, I'm here because I have been informed that one of me client have undergone a blood test without my supervision."

"Heu sorry?"

"Quite, Heir potter but the fault his nether your nor our, it falls upon house Potter to have delayed this much before you came to me."

When the goblin sees the grimace on the face of Harry he knows that something was wrong and will not like it.

"Heir Potter were are your Lord and Lady?" The harsh voice made him wince and only made the frown of the goblin deepen, hearing it.

"I have not seen my genitor since I was left in the 'care' of one Dursley Vernon and his wife Petunia." Had he finish, a loud snarl was heard before what he thinks must be quite the colorful language seeing Master Fingercutter look.

"Are you telling me that House Potter has failed to raise his Heir in the traditional way before illegally forcing a change of Heir! This is an outrage, Gringott will not bear this slight to the law of old!" His bellow barely finishes that a group of five security goblins smash the door open, arm in hand ready to protect their kins again any attack, but had the barely made a step in the room that Headcrusher vent his rage on them.

"Out! this a private audit to an important client, the first that disrupt this meeting will have his head smashed in the walls!"

Harry could only look helplessly at the five nearly falling on each other to see the way out of the room. While his account manager takes a deep breath he idly notes that Fingercutter has also exited the room to let them conduct their business.

Once calm enough, he takes place behind the desk, put his files on it while gazing directly in harry eyes.

"Let's start by the beginning, I am Headscrusher, accountant manager of House Potter and someone that you should have an encounter in your seven years."

"Hello accountant manager Headcrusher, I'm Harry Potter, you could call me Harry."

"I could say it a pleasure to meet you, but I will keep with Heir Potter for now on if you don't mind, this is still an official encounter under House Potter and Gringott after all."

"Sure, if it easier for you, please do so."

"Will do, thank you, Heir Potter. Now that done, let go to the heart of the matter." Taking is files and rising his head to harry for time to time, he sighs before massaging the bridge of his nose.

"For the last nine-year and four-months, a hundred galleon has been taken from your trust vault each month, and deposit to a bank account under the name of Dursley Vernon for a total of eleven thousand two hundred galleons. This sum was for your care. Seeing your actual state, I'm in obligation to enquire about your past life under the care of your caretaker." Seeing again the wince in his young charge, he retrieves a cubic dark-blue crystal littered in runes easily feating in one hand.

Passing the crystal to Harry, the runes light up before he could even utter a word and see with morbid attention as the pas life of young harry defile once again in front of him in chronological order from the day he was actually born in the doorstep of the house until he left this morning, with the sound to boot!

For the first time what really happens this fated night in 1981was seen. The confrontation of the self-styled Lord and the death of the kneazle of the family that has to give it life to save Harry, deflecting the curse that had ripped the lightning bolt-shaped scar that he has before a wave of pure magic causing a backlash in the magic of Tommy boy due to the nature ritual, the intended target, and sacrifice of the noble beast, leading to the destruction of his corporeal shell. The instant he blows up, a shard of dark mass could be see latching on the open wound while a part of the roof, as well as the body of the kneazle, were torn up.

He couldn't help but actually shed tears of grief upon the dead animal that been the most faithful companion of his young day while finally knowing what happens to her.

On the other side, Headcrusher pales at the sight of the leech, before it was substituted to pure anger at the sight of Dumbledore scan, his realization at the nature of the result before the smirk that mare his face before he faces the Potter. What followed next was a mouthful of pure drivel has to the fact that some spirit of Voldemort has now replaced and inhabited the body of harry, he surely lost of memories due to a damaged soul and the importance that he was placed in a magic-less environment to restrict his exposition to the magic that would heal it soul and leaving him with an able body and his full memories before he even made his way to Hogwarts where he would be monitored.

While subjugated by the amount of hippogriff bullshit that he spews, it was the unconditional support for the two Potter and their willing abandonment of their child that completely flabbergasted him. Not a single of the two could utter a word still under the shock of the revelation that had just been made. What followed was the nightmarish existence that he was condemned by his relative.

It was the loud cracking of the wooden desk succumbing to the grip of Headcrusher that draw him back., shortly followed by the loud barking in his native language. Outside the room, the five security goblins and Fingercutter were actually quaking in their boots hearing the profanities that were so loudly enumerated that the surrounding goblins open their door due the noise before hastily closing them white as a sheet.